An Ode To The Tiny Bottle Of Whiskey In My Drawer: A Love Story

Tiny bottle in my desk drawer
I see you peek at me whenever my task requires a new pen
But has thou affixed thine eyes upon you too?
If this were true, surely HR would have come.

Oh Evan, we share the same surname
And place on the shelf 
I do not have a problem 
Do you? 
Conference swag may have been your origin
But you are cherished like the clicky-top pen

…and wide ruled pad of paper

One day I will smuggle you free of your capitalistic confines
and across the border

Actually, nah I’ll declare you and pay the duty, because CBP will fine me

What is the point of rebel If I am unable to taste your sweet mediocrity?